After trekking to the drug store on Thursday to make a purchase, I would like to address a number of people.
To the woman who gave me and my box of tampons a dirty look: I menstruate. Get over it. I bleed. I get crampy. I shed uterine lining. I would venture a guess that you have done so yourself in the past. I am unsure why you think this is so shameful that I have to hide my purchase under my sweater or inside a big magazine while waiting on line. Tampons are a necessary instrument for me, as I don’t really enjoy staining my jeans with menstrual blood. Oh, did ‘menstrual blood’ offend your delicate sensibilities? Get over it.
To the male clerk who visibly cringed when he had to scan my box of tampons: I menstruate. Get over it. Are you one of those guys who thinks that a lady’s ladyflower should always be ladylike and not besmirched by un-ladylike blood? Well, I guess I can’t be a lady, because I was bleeding on Thursday. But I don’t really care much about being a lady. I’m a woman — a woman who bleeds. Get over it.
To the other women in the store: Really, there’s nothing to be ashamed of when you make these kinds of purchases. It’s really no different than purchasing painkillers or mouthwash. Or toilet paper. That goes in the same area of your body, right? Just a different bodily fluid. So no need to blush or hide when you make these purchases.
To you: How do you feel when buying these items? Do you get embarrassed, pissed at those who are weirded out by your purchases, or some combination of both? Leave your thoughts in the comments.